My Favorite Family Reunion by jdm320

A new incest story: My Favorite Family Reunion. Author: jdm320. Jeff’s hate of family reunions changes. The story is including content of Fiction, Incest, Male/Female..

A new incest story: My Favorite Family Reunion

Author: jdm320

“Mom?” I shouted from my upstairs room, “If you are making me go to this stupid reunion, is it ok if Chris goes?”

I hated family reunions. Every year we would pack up our car and travel five hours to the home of my father’s parents and spent the weekend in the middle of no where. My dad was the oldest child of seven kids. He had four sisters and two other brothers and each of them had at least two kids, with his youngest sister having four.

My Dad was the only one of the siblings to have just one kid. So if you do the math, that is seven plus their spouses and all the kids, and lets not forget Gran and Pa, that is 30 people crammed inside my grandparents three bedroom house. Cramp was not the word for it. Plus all of my cousins were idiots. I was the second to the oldest cousin. The oldest, Lisa, was some big shot in some cosmetic company and I had not seen her in five or six years. So I was stuck with a bunch of teenage cousins who would rather get to the next level of some stupid video game than do anything fun.

I had hoped that being 18 this year, my parents would allow me to escape the torture, but that didn’t happen. Thankfully, my best friend Chris was going with me and we were taking his truck. So at least if things got really bad, we could sneak off and see what we could find. Plus, I knew that someone would forget something and we had wheels to take the 15 mile trek to the nearest town.

We left after Chris and I got out of class on Friday evening. It was a long and boring drive and the closer I got to my grandparents, the more I dreaded it. Chris and I actually thought about faking a mechanical problem with his truck so we could skip it, but with our luck, we would be stuck in the car with my parents.

While Chris drove I laid my head against the window and tired to sleep. Luckily for us, my parents had rented a couple of motel rooms in town, so we would not all be cramped in the small house, so at just before midnight, we pulled into the parking lot. Like everything in the town that time forgot, the motel was pretty run down. They still had real keys to unlock the doors. When Chris and I walked into our room it smelled of musky urine, but at least I was not sleeping on the floor. We both went straight to bed.

The next morning we were awakened by my Dad pounding on the door. The day that I had been dreading for the last 363 days had finally arrived. So we got up and dressed and with in an hour we were turning down the path that led to my grandparent’s house. As we approached hell, I could see the little demons that I call cousins all sitting on the big front porch, each one with a phone or table inches from their faces. Chris pulled in behind my parents and we got out and helped my dad unload the food and stuff they had brought. We slowly walked through the yard and into the house. Neither one of my cousins even raised their heads to acknowledge we were there.

In the house we were met by my swarm of aunts and uncles, as well as Gran and Pa. By the time I made it to the kitchen to set the stuff down, I had about four layers of lip stick on my cheeks and already tired of hearing how much I had grown and what a handsome young man I was. I am not boasting, but I do think I am above average in looks.

I am and even six foot and weigh a little over 200 pounds. I play tight end on my high school football team so I am in good shape, and I am pretty popular with the girls, but to hear it over and over from my family, it was a little sickening. As I sat the box of stuff on the couch, I noticed my cousin Jennifer sitting at the bar talking to another girl, that I didn’t know. The girl was hot; she had straight brown hair that flowed just below her shoulders. I was looking at her from behind, but she was wearing a pair of tight shorts and her legs looked flawless. They were toned and tanned, and I seen her perfectly manicured toes as she dangled her feet. Jessica was the third oldest of my cousins.

She was just a few months younger than me and had turned 18 just a few weeks before the reunion. She was cute, for a cousin. She was the daughter of my dad’s sister but apparently took the features from her father’s side. She had pale skin, and reddish, almost orange hair. Her body, or what I could see of it, was covered with freckles. She was probably about five foot, and skinny. Chris took a liking to her immediately as we began to walk over to where she was. I had to see more of this stranger.

“Jeff’s here!” Jennifer said as she slipped off the bar stool and come at me with open arms. When she got with in a few feet of me she jumped towards me and I caught her. As I regained my balance I turned toward the other girl, who was smiling at me. Something about her looked familiar, but I could not put my hand on it. Her face was perfect. High cheek bones, full lips, all the way down to her pointy chin and button nose. As I let my eyes drop lower, they almost popped out of my head. The thin tank top she had on was stretched to the max. Her tits looked enormous, and I began to feel a stirring inside my pants, so I quickly sat Jennifer down before she noticed.

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“You do remember our cousin Lisa, don’t you Jeff?” Jennifer asked me.

My eyes widened and my heart sank to my feet. This is just my luck. I see the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, with the biggest tits I could ever imagine, and she was my fucking cousin.

“Lisa? Oh my god, I can’t believe that you are here. I have not seen you in forever.” I said as I hugged her neck.

“I know. It has been a long time, good to see you cuz.” She replied as she hugged me closer. I could feel her big tits pressing against my chest. “You have turned into a hunk, Gran told me that you were, but she didn’t give you justice.”

I was glad that some of the blood that had been rushing to my cock took a detour and went to my face. I could feel myself blushing as she kissed me on the cheek and we let go of our embrace. I introduced Chris to my cousins and we just sat at the bar and talked while our parents caught up. We each caught up the others about what we were into, our classes and the brutal lives of teenagers.

As I told Lisa and Jennifer about the playoff run my team had made, I noticed Lisa’s tongue swirling in her mouth, and occasionally she would suck on the stud that was in her tongue. I could not believe that my cousin had something as slutty as a tongue ring, but the thought made my balls jump inside my boxers.

Finally my last uncle showed up with his herd and we were able to eat. This was the highlight of the reunion. My Gran was the best cook in the whole world. We had about anything you could image, highlighted by Gran’s fried chicken. Lisa, Jennifer, Chris and I fixed our plates and retired to the back porch to eat away from the others and continued to talk. As we ate, Lisa dropped some gravy on her tank top, and without missing a beat, she pulled the hem of the tank top up and sucked the gravy from it. I almost choked when I saw her tight, tanned abs. My cock had been hard almost since I laid eyes on her, and now she was giving my horny mind more to process.

Lisa was 25 years old, and we found out that she a model for the cosmetics company. She was the oldest daughter of my dads youngest sister. Growing up, Aunt Lila, her mom, had been a wild child. She got pregnant at 16 by a guy she met at a party. Gran and Pa, being the upstanding people they were, raised Lisa until Aunt Lila married Uncle Tim. After they were married, they moved to California where Lisa had gotten connected with a small modeling agency and through hard work and sacrifices, she was signed her contract when she was 17. After seeing the world, she was now settling down and was going to college to get her degree.

After everyone was done eating we all helped clean up. The men went outside and sat on the porch while the women hung out in the kitchen swapping rumors and gossip. The younger kids went into the living room and went back into their virtual worlds. The four of us decided to take a walk around the farm. It was a hot and humid day and after a while we spotted the old swimming hole we used to swim in. Lisa had this grand idea that we all should take a swim.

“I don’t have a suit,” Jennifer reluctantly said after Lisa made the suggestion.

“You have on a bra and panties don’t you? That is the same thing as a bikini,” Lisa snapped back at her as she began to unbutton her shorts.

My eyes could barely handle what was being uncovered as I watched Lisa undress. She had on a pink lacy thong under her shorts and made no attempt to hide her tanned heart shaped ass. The material on the thong, barely covered her mound, and the tiny string disappeared into her firm cheeks, and the reemerged at the crevice of her back and ass. Just above the waist band was a rose vine tattoo. She lifted her tank top over her head. Her bra matched her thong. It looked like if someone would have touched her bra, it would have busted and her big tits would have been free. I quickly shed my shirt and dove into the water. I had to keep my back towards the others until I was at least waist deep in the water. The cold water did very little to help cure my situation.

At a safe depth I turned about the same time Lisa dove under. On the bank, Jennifer reluctantly pulled her t-shirt over her head. Nothing under her shirt surprised me. Where I would have guessed that Lisa was a DD, Jennifer was barely a B cup. There was little contrast between her pale skin and white bra, except the absence of the freckles. She wiggled her butt as she pushed her shorts down her skinny legs. There was nothing sexy about Jennifer’s pink bikini panties so I dove under water to try to cool off.
The four of us had been floating and swimming while we talked for some time. No matter how hard I tried, I could not shake the erection I had in my shorts, and every time I looked at Lisa it seemed to get harder. So when she suggested we chicken fight, I was quick to protest.